dick cheney type 'gun enthusiasts' and 'hunters' don't want to sit in the woods for hours to maybe see an animal with us poors, so they pay lots of money to have ranches raise them and then put them in a pen. they can then roll up in a golf cart, shoot them and still hit the bar for shmoosing by noon whole their caddy cuts the horns off.

it turns out that like puppy mills, this is terrible for the genetics of the deer

Complete BS. The type of person who does this doesn't care about anything other than a head on the wall. High fence animals are not allowed in the record books (except for SCI) and are generally considered to be BS.

So, it's about midnight. Coming home with a friend of mine from a roller derby bout in Madison. At about the Wisconsin/Minnesota border, she shouts out "Deer!".

I hit the brakes, and sure enough, there's a deer in front of me. Gigantic. Like, impossibly big. Six feet at the shoulder, at least 26 points, maybe more. I'm not exaggerating, it's that big. I stopped in plenty of time, it kind of snorted at me and wandered off, and we drove home.

Found out the story the next Monday. Big deer farm close to the border. Some damn fool had gone in the middle of the night and shot one of the deer, and then had to cut a big hole in the fence in order to drag it out. He put a picture of himself and the deer on Facebook, and got ratted out almost immediately. It was pretty obvious that it was farm-raised, it weighed twice what a deer in the wild would ever get to, and the antlers were ridiculous.

After he'd left with the deer, 26 other bucks wandered out. 21 stayed close, the other five meandered on to roads and freeways, generating all sorts of reports of super deer wandering our forests. One of them happened to wander in front of me.